Blake squinted through the eyepiece of his Nikon, which was perched on a tripod on the railing of his cabin. He scanned the beach in front of Meg's cottage, twisting the lens until the beach was in sharp focus. He saw Justin through the powerful zoom lens first, clad only in his tight little red swim trunks and building an impressively large sand castle at the water's edge. He nudged the camera with his fingertip, up the beach, and was immediately rewarded with the sight of Meg sprawled face down on her beach towel, basking in the already hot rays of the late morning sunshine. He was momentarily disappointed to see that she was lying in profile to him - he had been hoping for a shot of her gorgeous, rounded ass. Ah well, he could be patient.
He took a sip from his cold beer, thankful for the shade of the overhanging porch roof. Not for the first time, he mourned the fact that he would no longer be able to ogle her spectacular tits as she lay topless. No, not with Justin around. But you couldn't have everything. Watching her masturbate through her bedroom window, jacking off together with Justin, and especially sucking the boy's tasty little cock, had more than made up for it. He licked his lips as he relished the memory. This was already a summer to remember.
He thought back to Justin's description of his and Meg's boat trip out on the lake, and he felt his cock twitch with arousal. The thought of that babe and her son watching each other piss was so fucking erotic! And Justin was obviously aroused by what he had seen. And the thong! He was amazed at her boldness - she apparently had no qualms about parading around in front of Justin half-nude. He allowed himself to briefly fantasize about wicked mom and horny son falling into a perverted sexual relationship, then chuckled at his own folly. That shit only happens in porno stories, he told himself.
He squinted through the eyepiece again, and his eyebrows arched with interest. Meg had adjusted her towel to follow the sun's movement across the sky, and was now lying diagonally to him, still on her stomach, and facing slightly away from him. He gazed upon the sculptured beauty of the rounded globes of her ass. Shit, that bathing suit was skimpy! In fact, from this angle, it appeared that she was completely naked. The gentle flare of her hips hid the waistband of the suit, and the narrow string of the thong was completely buried between her ass cheeks. He simply *had* to go over there and sunbathe with her again. He zoomed in as far as the lens would allow, until her prone body completely filled the viewfinder. He snapped off a half-dozen photographs at varying shutter speeds and lens apertures. He wanted to be sure at least one of the photos was a keeper.
Man, she was hot! His unblinking eyes traveled up and down her body, beginning with her slim ankles, up her rounded calves, up the tanned shapely thighs, pausing at her round ass. He noted that her cheeks were much paler than the rest of her body, compliments of the new, more revealing suit. He knew a good ass when he saw one, and this one was damn good. A bit wider and fuller than most men liked, but he liked larger butts.
Her whole body was covered with a shiny layer of perspiration and suntan oil, and Blake licked his lips with his wet tongue. How could Justin resist this? He eased the camera back to where the boy had been crouching in the sand, and chuckled. Well, it turned out that Justin *couldn't* resist. He was half-heartedly building his sand castle, true, but Blake could clearly see that Justin's eyes were trained elsewhere, watching his mother sunbathe. Blake imagined Justin's erection growing, as he gazed with lust at his sexy mom. But he couldn't tell with certainty if Justin really did have a hardon. He was facing away from him, and besides, that amount of detail was probably beyond the capability of the zoom lens.
Blake swiveled the camera on its tripod mount back at Meg. He continued his lusty gaze, starting this time at her ass, then roaming up her tanned, muscular back...wait a minute! He rubbed his eyes and tweaked the focus. "Holy shit," he muttered out loud. "Is she topless?" There definitely wasn't a bra strap interrupting the sleek lines of her back. He squinted into the viewfinder. Yes, she had loosened her straps - he could just barely make them out lying on the towel next to her, and he could see the creamy, smooth sides of her unadorned tits as they pressed into her beach blanket. Blake shook his head in amazement. He couldn't believe she was doing this in front of her horny son. She apparently was clueless about the hormones that rage through the bodies of thirteen-year old boys!
His view was briefly obscured, and then the tanned thin form of Justin filled the viewfinder. He had obviously tired of his sand castle construction, and Blake watched as he sat next to his mother, his gangly legs stretched out in front of him. Now *this* was getting interesting.
*****
Meg put her book aside and stretched her lithe body facedown along the towel, soaking up the warm rays. She wished she could lie topless, but Justin's presence obviously made that impossible. Maybe, though, she could at least loosen the bra straps? She *hated* tan lines.
She glanced over her shoulder at Justin building his sand castle at the water's edge. She noted gratefully that he didn't seem to be paying too much attention to her nearly nude butt...maybe she had been silly to be worried about it. She untied the bra straps, let them fall to her side, and buried her face in the luxurious softness of the beach towel.
She was so relaxed, drifting lazily away in the warm sunshine, and more than a little horny. She fantasized about what she had read in the last chapter of her novel. She imagined herself as the heroine of the story, being taken by the Latin stud. Unconsciously, she pushed her hips into the towel beneath her, stimulating herself.
Through her semi-sleep state, she gradually became aware of a ticklish sensation on her calf. Thinking a fly had landed on her, she flicked her leg absent-mindedly in her dream-like state. But she felt it again, this time higher up her leg, behind her knee. This time, she lifted her head and looked behind her, squinting into the dazzling sunlight. It was Justin. He was kneeling next to her, grasping a large blade of grass in his little fingers, and sliding it along her bare leg.
"Watcha doin' you little stinker?"
Justin began to giggle. "Oh nothin'," he said innocently. "Ticklish?"
"You *know* I am...you used to tickle me all the time."
"I remember." Justin tossed aside the blade of grass and fluttered his fingers along her hip, up toward her waist.
Meg jerked away spasmodically and giggled. "Now you stop that!" she reproached him playfully. She was vaguely aware of the fact that she was wearing a skimpy thong, and of how close his hands were to her naked butt cheeks.
"NO!" laughed Justin, at the same time playful and defiant. And he more insistently fluttered his fingers along the small of her waist. Meg yelped and scooted her hips sideways, giggling and laughing. Almost too late, she remembered she had loosed her bra straps. She clutched the bathing suit top to her loosely hanging breasts.
Justin was half-laying on top of her now, pinning her down on her towel. His insistent fingers were fluttering along her sides, and in her armpits, as she laughed hysterically. "No...NO..." she plead with Justin to stop, but she was out of breath with laughter, and she writhed her body to and fro, trying to escape the tickling fingers.
Justin hooted with laughter, and his mother squirmed as he tickled her mercilessly, laughing and gasping for breath. Justin climbed on top of her, pinning her down. He weighed much less than she did, and Meg could have flipped him off if she had really wanted, but she was enjoying the fun and bonding with her adolescent son.
But through her and Justin's giggles, she was becoming keenly aware of a new sensation. Justin was stretched out on top of her, pressing almost the full weight of his nearly nude body into her sticky, perspiring skin. His crotch was pressed against her naked buttocks, and she could feel the satiny fabric of his swim trunks, still wet from the lake, against her bare skin.
This didn't seem right. "Stop...Stop it Justin!"
But her son was insistent as he pushed down against her. He was fully sprawled along her back, and his legs were pinning hers to the beach towel. Meg could only buck half-heartedly. She was out of breath, and suddenly didn't seem to have the strength to push him off of her. He was still tickling her lightly along her sides, but it was almost more of a caress...his hands moved up to the sides of her breasts, touching her...
She bucked her hips off of the towel, trying to push him away, but he pressed back against her. She could feel something...something not right...pushing against her buttocks. It was a firmness, a hard...Oh God...
A tingle coursed through her groin as Justin humped rapidly against her. But this wasn't right! "STOP IT JUSTIN!" she yelled, and with supreme force of will, she bucked her rear end into the air, and Justin fell away to her side. Mother and son's eyes met briefly, and then he clambered to his feet and ran toward the cabin.
Blake snapped the last photo on the roll of film, dumbfounded by what he had watched and photographed. He sat back and exhaled loudly, and realized that he had been holding his breath for probably two minutes. His heart was pounding violently in his chest. He had just watched little innocent Justin humping his mother, poking his little prick against her round full ass.
He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. It looked as if it had started innocently enough - a little light-hearted fun between mother and child - tickling and giggling. But with Justin it had started to turn into something much more. What, Blake wondered, did Meg think of what had happened? She had let the game go on a long time - had she been aroused by it?
Blake peered through the viewfinder. Meg was hastily tying her swimsuit top behind her. Justin was nowhere to be seen. He couldn't really tell what had happened or, obviously, what was said between them. All he knew for sure was that Justin had made a hasty retreat. Had Meg scolded him, admonished him? He looked carefully at her. She was still on her stomach, but she seemed generally composed and in control of herself. After a few minutes, she sat up, her arms wrapped around her knees, and gazed absently out across the water. Although she almost appeared to be looking directly at him, he knew that was an illusion of the zoom lens.
Blake began to settle down after the erotic scene he had just witnessed. His pulse had lessened and his breathing had eased. His cock, though, was still stiffly erect beneath his shorts. He continued to gaze at Meg, but the distance between them was increasingly frustrating him. He wanted to see her up close, see her behavior, talk to her. What he really wanted to do was fuck her senseless but he figured that was out of the question.
*****
Meg quickly refastened her swimsuit top, tying it behind her. She laid on her stomach, propped up on her elbows, stunned at what had just happened. She was breathing heavily, whether from shock or excitement or what, she didn't know. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead and stung her eyes.
What had just happened? She had been dreamily lying in the sun, and then Justin was playing a tickling game with her. But before she knew it he was on top of her, pressing his...Was it just a natural extension of the game, or something more? She didn't dare want to think that Justin was sexually aroused by her, and was acting out his fantasy. But she couldn't deny that he was sexually aroused. There was no mistaking the feel of his erection through his shorts, poking against her rear end, her crotch.
And where did he learn that from anyway? His adulthood was approaching at great speed, and she seemed so unprepared for it. Her mind wandered over her own physical response to what Justin had done. She had felt his fingers tickling her waist, the side of her breasts. There was a fine line between tickling and sexual touching, and she had a growing feeling of dread that Justin had crossed the line, that she had let him do it. And when he had climbed on top of her and pushed himself against her, had she pushed back? She desperately wanted to believe that she hadn't, but she knew in the dark recesses of her mind that wasn't true. She had flexed her buttocks and pushed back against him.
Even now, she was semi-conscious of a tingling feeling in her groin. She knew from long experience that her vagina was probably slick with the juices of arousal. "Oh God," she sighed, and she hung her head. What had she done? But even as she mourned her lost control, and Justin's lost innocence, and told herself that nothing like that would ever happen again, she flexed her thigh muscles together and pushed her twitchy groin into the beach towel beneath her.
"Stop it!" she whispered to herself fiercely. And she rolled over and sat up on the towel.
*****
With a determined set in his jaw, Blake stowed his camera equipment, locked his front door, and strode briskly down the lane toward Meg's cabin. He had no idea what he was intending to do, but he hoped and prayed that she was still on the beach when he got there. He was uncertain where Justin was, but wasn't concerned about that. He emerged from the thicket demarcating the yard from the lakeshore, and soon spotted Meg, still sitting on her towel.
He hummed an aimless tune as he approached her. "Well, Hi Meg!" he said in the friendliest voice he could muster. "I was out for a walk and thought I'd stop by," he lied. "Didn't get an answer when I knocked on your door, and thought you might be on the beach."
She smiled half-heartedly, torn between her dark thoughts and the joy at seeing her handsome neighbor again. She squinted into the sunlight, her straight white teeth glinting. "I'm glad you stopped by. How are you?"
"Doing fine. Another hot one, huh?"
"Yep. Everyday it seems."
He crouched in the sand next to her, but not so close as to seem threatening. As he did so, he casually let his eyes wander toward her crotch. She remained in her sitting position, her legs pulled up to her chin, knees together. Blake caught a quick flash of her crotch. The general outline of her pussy lips was clearly evident through the thin tight fabric. Blake wasn't certain, but he thought he caught a fleeting image of a few dark, wiry pussy hairs peeking enticingly out. Lower, the triangle of material narrowed, and the thin strand of her thong disappeared in the crack of her ass. But the view was fleeting; Meg had either seen him looking, or she became self-conscious of her exposed position. She closed her knees and lowered her legs.
*****
It took a superhuman effort for Blake not to ogle Meg as he sat there next to her. Her tanned skin was slick and shiny, and the smell of coconut oil and perspiration filled his nostrils. "So, where's Justin?" Blake saw a flash cross Meg's pretty eyes. Was it anger? Fright?
"Um, he's...I think maybe he's up in the cabin. He was...here a little while ago."
"Oh," Blake paused. "You know, Meg," he said idly, "He sure is a good little kid. I mean, I enjoy having him at the house. It's fun."
Meg smiled uncertainly. "I'm...glad you like him. He talks about you all the time it seems."
"Oh?" Blake hoped he hadn't said that too eagerly.
"Yeah." He says you have a nice computer and tell him funny stories and things." Blake chuckled, a bit too loudly perhaps. 'If only she knew,' he thought. Apparently Justin was covering up their little games nicely, but he didn't like the direction the conversation was taking.
But Meg saved the day. "I was just about to take a dip," she announced. "Care to join me?"
Blake looked ruefully down at his clothes. "Well, these aren't swim trunks." He was wearing a pair of short faded gray track shorts. "Plus, I don't have a towel."
"Shorts are shorts. What does it matter?" Meg teased. "And you can use my towel." And without waiting for an answer, she jumped gracefully to her feet and walked briskly to the water's edge, kicking up little sprays of beach sand as she went. Blake watched admiringly, as her firm ass cheeks flexed gracefully underneath her thong.
Soon, both of them were paddling in neck deep water, chatting and laughing about nothing in particular, exhilarated by the cool water. Meg was thankful for the company. Blake took her mind off of Justin and the nasty thoughts that lurked there. Occasionally she glanced toward the cabin as she and Blake splashed in the lake. But she didn't see Justin. A twinge of concern came over her, but Blake diverted her worries.
He seemed like an old friend. She had always felt an attraction toward him. But years ago, he had seemed aloof and distant. Now, he seemed friendly, pleasant. But Meg was coming to a growing awareness that it might be something a bit more than friendship burning in their rediscovered relationship. She had felt it the other day when he had visited her in this very spot, and she felt in now, the flirty glances, the easy laugh, and the shared experiences. That, and Blake's handsome features, the somewhat weatherworn, yet still attractive face, the laugh wrinkles around his eyes, the strong jaw. Meg shivered. "I'm getting a little chilled," she stuttered through gently chattering teeth. "Want to go sit on the beach for awhile?"
"Sure."
Meg waded back through the shallows and onto the sandy beach, water cascading off her body. Blake followed, leering at her seductively flexing ass cheeks, just as he had a few days before. Shiny rivulets of water streamed down her back and ran into the dark, hidden crevice.
A shudder of equal parts embarrassment and arousal coursed through Meg's body as she realized what kind of show she was giving Blake. And now, as she reached for her towel to dry off, she realized that he was probably at that very moment ogling her nearly naked ass.
Meg rubbed her face with the terry cloth towel, and turned around to face Blake. "Oh, I guess I promised I would share my towel," she giggled.
"No problem. I guess I don't really need one. The sun will dry me quickly." He paused. "Um, I *would* like to use a little corner of your beach towel to sit on though."
His blue eyes were boring into hers. "Okay...sure," she stammered. The two of them sat down side by side on the towel, and Meg was acutely aware of the fact that she wasn't the only one who was half-naked. Their thighs brushed together briefly and lightly as they settled into position. Meg had her hands clenched in a protective ball over her groin, trying to hide the shadow of her pubic hair through the thin, wet fabric. Blake though, leaned back on his hands.
They sat side by side in silence, listening to the sound of the waves gently lapping around the wooden pilings of the dock. Meg glanced at Blake out of the corner of her eye, smitten by his tall muscular body. His thin shorts were plastered to his groin. The outline of his penis was plainly evident - she could see the size, the shape...her eyes widened. She could swear she saw it twitch.
"You should maybe put some sun tan lotion on Meg."
She started at the sound of his deep voice. "Mmm hmm. In a bit."
"You know..." and he turned slightly to look pointedly at her. "I could help you put it on."
Meg smiled shyly. "Yes...you could..." Her eyes were drawn once again to the wet bulge in his groin - she couldn't help herself! When she looked up again, he was staring at her, a funny little smile playing on his lips. Their eyes locked.
"Here, hand me the suntan lotion."
Meg looked away, in a moment of indecision. She knew where this was heading, but seemed powerless to stop it. She handed him the bottle.
"Back or front?"
In reply, Meg grinned crookedly, and flipped over on her stomach. Blake paused to revel in the sight of this sexy woman, laying so close to him, nearly naked. He focused momentarily on her beautiful ass, fully exposed to his delighted gaze...the thong hid nothing. It was exactly the kind of butt he loved. It was firm...the butt cheeks strong and smoothly curved, pointed pertly upward toward him. He felt his cock stir in his shorts. Within seconds he was fully erect. He could have mounted her right then and there, just like he had seen Justin do, but he knew he had to proceed carefully.
Blake squeezed a dollop of lotion onto his fingertips. He knelt next to Meg, casually readjusting his cock inside his shorts, and then began rubbing the lotion on her back and shoulders.
"Mustn't get burned, you know. This sun is very strong." Meg didn't answer...her face was buried in the towel.
Blake's strong hands smeared the lotion into the clear, supple skin of her shoulders. As he began to draw his hands downward, toward the small of her back, a movement from the bushes up near the cabin caught his eye. He squinted, and soon spied Justin standing there, about thirty feet away, half-hidden in the dense shrubbery. Blake smiled at him, and put his finger to his lips in warning. Then he winked and continued massaging the lotion into Meg's glowing skin.
"You have a tan line here," and his index finger traced along the line at her waist, separating the dark bronze of her back from the lighter tan of her ass cheeks.
"Mmm hmm. I just bought this suit."
"I think I'd better get a little extra lotion here so you don't get burned."
Blake glanced up the beach toward the cabin. He couldn't see Justin, but he knew he was there, watching, and his cock jerked at the thought. He shifted position, straddling Meg's left thigh with his knees, and casually, seemingly accidentally, eased her legs further apart as he did so. He squirted some lotion onto each of her magnificent round butt cheeks, placed his hands on her ass, and began working the lotion into her soft skin. The crack of her ass opened and closed invitingly as he kneaded her with his strong fingers, and he could see the thin yellow string of her thong barely covering her asshole. He desperately wanted to kiss and lick her butt, her asshole, but he grit his teeth and suppressed the urge.
But Meg grew suddenly reticent. She tried to close her legs, but Blake's knee prevented it. She lifted her head from the towel and looked at him over her shoulder. "Blake...I shouldn't..." she said softly, shaking her head.
"Meg, I want to make you feel good."
She closed her eyes and buried her face again in the towel, as Blake ran his fingertip down the crack of her ass. But Meg squirmed forward, pulling away, and flipped over onto her back. "No...not here. What if Justin comes down?"
Blake tried a new tactic. He stretched out on his side next to her. "He isn't around...don't worry," he said soothingly. "He won't see." She was looking away from him, uncertain. He didn't wait for a response. He lowered his head to hers, and kissed her softly on the lips. He pulled back to watch her expression, and she opened her eyes...he saw that they were bright and shining with passion. He kissed her again, and tentatively poked his tongue against her lips. To his delight, she opened her mouth to his, and he slid his tongue into her warm, inviting mouth.
Meg moaned with desire. It had been so long since she had a man. Warmth coursed through her entire body as Blake kissed her passionately. She encircled his neck with her arms, and pulled him to her. They kissed each other fiercely, their hot tongues probing each other's mouths. Blake cupped her right breast in his strong hand, and began to softly caress it through the thin fabric of her swimsuit. He pushed his groin into her hip, knowing that she could easily feel his erection through his shorts.
"Mmm," Meg sighed. Her hands wandered over Blake's strong back as they kissed each other with heated passion. She arched her back, pushing her chest into Blake's caressing hand. She could feel his erect penis against her, and knew where this was going. She thought about Justin, but it was a fleeting thought. She wanted - needed - to be taken by this man. She wriggled her hand downward, between their bodies, and touched her fingertips to the bulge in his groin.
Blake yanked roughly on Meg's top, pulling it up and exposing her firm, round breasts. They were richly tanned, a bit paler where her swimsuit covered them, and the dark brown nipples pointed skyward. He had seen these nipples before, but now he was finally going to have his chance at them, and he relished the thought. He plucked at them lightly with his fingertips as he kissed her. Meg moaned into his mouth. Encouraged by her reaction, he lowered his head to her tits, and began to suckle them gently with his lips and tongue.
But a flash of uncertainty came over Meg. Despite her molten lust, she felt self-conscious, nude and about to be taken out in the open. And where was Justin? "Blake..." she whispered hoarsely. "Maybe...somewhere else." But at that moment, he took a rubbery nipple into his warm mouth and sucked fiercely. "Ohh God..." she groaned with pleasure, and pushed her heaving breast into his eager mouth.
Blake was in heaven, as he suckled Meg's lolling tit until it was shiny with saliva, glowing in the bright sunlight. He had fantasized about this moment for weeks now, and to have his fantasy come true was almost more than he could bear. His prick was swollen and aching with desire. He could feel her fingers dancing lightly over the bulge in his shorts, driving him mad...he pushed his shorts down his thighs with his free hand, exposing his turgid cock, and was instantly rewarded with the sensation of her delicate fingers wrapping around it, stroking him slowly.
Meg felt a twinge in her loins at her first direct touch of Blake's powerful penis. She could feel the raw sexual energy of it as it jerked in her fingers. She gave it a gentle squeeze, and was rewarded by a deep moan from her lover. The touch of his manhood added to the feel of his mouth working over her breasts was delicious, and her body was working toward a fever pitch. As if reading her mind, Blake began to slowly dance his strong fingers down her belly, then lower toward her groin. His fingers touched the top of her bikini, sliding partly underneath, brushing the top of her wiry pubic hair.
She thought she would go insane from the unbearable teasing. "Oh God Blake! Touch me," she moaned. Blake smiled as he licked the underside of her heaving tit. At that moment, he knew he had conquered her. He watched as she threw her head back, full lips parted. He inserted his fingers beneath her swimsuit and ran them through her cunt hair. With agonizing slowness, he pushed lower, until the tip of his index finger brushed against her soft wet cunt.
"Oh yesss," Meg hissed through clenched teeth. "Please touch me there!" She spread her legs in invitation to his probing fingers.
As he ran his tongue along the salty cleavage between her lolling tits, and his hand groped her, a slight movement toward Meg's cottage caught his attention. He looked up discreetly, and there, sitting on the topmost of the short flight of wooden steps leading to the beach, was Justin. The boy was staring at them, eyes wide with fascination. Blake could see that his hand was in his crotch, squeezing his hard little prick. Blake smiled slightly and winked, but he couldn't tell if Justin saw him.
Blake didn't think he could stand it any longer...the thought of the boy watching him take his mother...he wedged his hand further into her bikini, and slowly brushed the tip of his finger over her protruding clit.
"Uhh...yess," sighed Meg. She spread her legs wide, trapping his hand beneath the taut bikini. With some effort, he worked his hand lower, and brushed against her pussy lips. He could feel the heat and slippery wetness there, and he rubbed his finger up and down her cunt, smearing her pussy juice along the lips, then upward, lubricating her swollen clit.
Meg groaned and involuntarily bucked her hips sharply upward. She was in heaven, being masturbated by this hot, virile man. His strong fingers stroked her with agonizing slowness. She alternately arched her back, thrusting her breasts into his licking mouth, and humped her groin into his hand. The dual sensation of his warm mouth on her nipples along with his expert hand at her crotch was indescribable. She moaned softly when she felt a new sensation, lower. Blake's finger was wedged into her vaginal opening, swirling around the entrance.
Blake hooked his middle finger, and began to slowly insert it into her oozing cunt hole. At the same time, he brushed his thumb back and forth over her clit. "Oh God YES!" she cried out sharply, as she bucked her hips powerfully upward. Blake knew that he could easily bring her to orgasm, but he wanted to make her come by fucking her, if only he could hold out long enough. He stopped fingering her pussy, and slowly pulled his hand out of her now soaking wet swimsuit. Meg whimpered in protest.

He lifted his mouth from her shiny tits and brought his lips next to her ear. "I can do more than touch you Meg," he whispered. Would you like me to fuck you?"
She looked at him with glazed, lust-filled eyes. "Yesss...do it!"
He kissed her lightly on the forehead, tasting the saltiness of the droplets of sweat that had formed there, and then lifted himself to hands and knees. He crawled between her spread legs and paused to admire her body, laid out before him. She was lost in a haze of sexual excitement. Her pretty face was flushed, and her dark hair was strewn carelessly on the beach towel beneath her head. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her sensuous lips were parted. She was breathing heavily, making her gorgeous tits rise and fall seductively, as they peeked beneath the pushed-up top of her yellow bikini top. Her tanned legs were splayed out invitingly on either side of him, and between her legs her tight bikini was pulled tightly over her hot mound. The fabric was darkened from her copious juices, and the indentation between her pussy lips was clearly visible.
He grabbed the waistband of the bikini on either side of her hips and roughly pulled it down her hips and past her knees. With an assisting kick from Meg, the garment was off, leaving her hot pussy fully exposed to his delighted gaze. Her swollen clit peeked out from between her pussy lips.
Meg opened her eyes, and watched as Blake stared at her exposed womanhood. A fleeting moment of uncertainty crossed her mind - she was totally nude and exposed on the beach, about to be taken. Where was Justin? What if he saw? But before the thought could completely form, Blake lowered himself onto her.
Blake took one last look up toward the cabin. Justin was still sitting on the steps, watching them intently. Oh fuck! Blake nearly shot his load when he noticed that the boy had lowered his shorts, and was pumping his erection. He turned his attention to Meg. He lowered himself carefully on top of her sweaty, heaving body. He wedged the tip of his cock against her sopping pussy, and she humped against him. He pulled away slightly, and she looked up at him imploringly through glazed eyes.
"Would you like me to fuck you Meg?"
"Yes," she panted. "Please."
He smiled down at her, and swiveled his hips in a circle, brushing his cock against his clit. "Maybe I should just tease you like this?"
"No..." she moaned. "I need it...Please!" She heaved against him.
"Need what?"
"For you to fuck me...please..."
He kissed her, probing his tongue against her lips. Her greedy mouth opened for him, and his tongue danced against hers as he once again wedged his cockhead against her gaping pussy.
"Oh yes..." she moaned into his mouth. "Fuck me..."
And with that, Blake pushed slowly but steadily into her tight wet cunt.
"OH GOD! YES! OH GOD!" Meg cried out in ecstasy as Blake's penis pushed into her clingy wet cunt. His hot manhood filled her completely. He began to piston in and out, and she wrapped her legs around his firm buttocks, pulling him into her. Blake thrust against her groin, swiveling his hips in a circular motion, stimulating her clitoris with the base of his penis.
"OH GOD YES!" she moaned. She arched her back and humped against him like a savage beast as their sweaty bodies writhed together, his muscular chest smashing her lolling breasts flat against her. Blake kissed the side of her neck, tasting the salty sweaty skin, and then nuzzled her ear lobe as he thrust back and forth in her vise-like cunt. Meg groaned loudly and threw her head back, offering the side of her neck to his dancing tongue.
The world was an upside-down blur through her half-lidded, glazed eyes...but she saw something...something that wasn't right. She blinked the dripping sweat from her eyes, trying to focus as Blake took her with heightened urgency. She opened her eyes wider...Oh God! Justin! He was watching them!
"Blake...Justin...Justin is watching us." She turned her head slightly, trying to see more clearly. Yes, it was Justin...and he was... he was masturbating - watching them. Panic consumed her. This was wrong! He shouldn't be watching them! She clutched at Blake's shoulders, trying to push him away. "Blake...stop." But her protest was weak - she didn't have the energy or the desire to put an end to the rapidly building lust flowing through her body, and Blake ignored her.
"Oh God...OH...No...," she moaned. "Blake...don't...".
Meg's face was contorted, frozen into a mask of molten lust, and Blake knew that she was close to coming. As she clawed his back with her fingernails, he looked up, and stared at Justin, who was feverishly stroking his erection. The excitement of fucking this slut in front of her son was too much, and he knew that he was going to come soon. He picked up the pace of his thrusting to an impossibly fast pace, savagely plunging his swollen cock into her hot pulsating cunt. His cock entered her pussy to the hilt, allowing him to apply pressure to her swollen clit as he did so.
"UH...UH...UH" Meg grunted each time he thrust into her. "Oh God...OH GOD...YES! YES! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" And Meg was coming violently - Blake felt her silky hot pussy clenching and unclenching around his hard cock. She bucked her body powerfully against him, as she cried out with pleasure. Blake felt his orgasm hit him in a violent spasm, and he groaned loudly as the first powerful spurt of his sperm shot deeply into her pulsating cunt. They humped against each other like savage beasts as they came together in a molten frenzy, their climax washing over them.
Gradually, the euphoria of their mutual orgasm subsided, and Blake slowed his thrusting, slowly coming to a stop, but leaving his still hard prick buried in her sopping wet pussy. Their sweaty bodies were glued together, and Meg held onto him tightly, legs still wrapped around him in a vice-like grip. Her eyes were tightly closed as she struggled to catch her breath.
The emotion of the moment was powerful to Meg. NEVER had she experienced anything like this. The raw sexual energy of their love-making was completely outside her experience, and she gripped Blake tightly, unwilling to let go. Powerful, conflicting emotions filled her mind - the raw passion of the moment...the feeling of Blake's powerful body against hers...and...and Justin. Oh God, she couldn't believe that she had let herself go with wanton abandon in front of her own son. She didn't know what to think - she was lost in her feelings, and tears welled in her eyes. "Oh God, what have I done?" she moaned forlornly.
"Shush," whispered Blake. Her tears streaked down her cheeks, and he kissed them away. He knew that this was a critical moment, which he had to play just right.
"We shouldn't have...not in front of him."
"Don't say that Meg," he replied softly. "It happened, but there's nothing to do about it now." He pushed a dark strand of hair away from her eyes. "This was special for me...let's just enjoy it."
She opened her eyes, shiny and filled with tears. Blake smiled down at her, cooing softly to her. He ran his fingers along her cheek. "Okay?"
She nodded hesitantly, and then smiled. She grasped the back of his head and pulled him down to her. They exchanged a long, passionate kiss, as Meg ran her fingers up and down his strong back. He was still hard inside her, and the kiss was getting him excited again. He began to slowly thrust inside her pussy.
Meg broke the kiss, and giggled softly. "Not...now...Blake."
Blake chuckled softly. "But another time?"
Meg smiled. "Absolutely. Like maybe, tomorrow?"
Blake chuckled. "Why you little devil! I would if I could, but I've got to go out of town for a few days. Gotta keep the clients happy. But I'll be back Thursday. See you then?"
"You can count on it."